Les Ondines by Claire Shalhope | One Poem Only
A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.Les OndinesClaire ShalhopeI devote myselfinto secret gardensWhere grey stoneis covered in soft ivythat are full of whispersof your demurralFleshy moss that sitsbeneath my toes,feeds my woes,and fumbleswith our inhibitionsThe scarlet rose thornsmay prick my thumb,But you'll obligeto taste my bloodHow senseless am Ito become insouciantAs the sun's beamsgolden light of myself-condemnationso I carve our initials into the old oakBut a Fortnight ago,all our woven trovesand glances piercingeach of our souls.Sweet…
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